hey man whats up. why aincha in? you drinkin this late? thought i was the only one. shit. the guy sittin behind me hes a fuckin slob man. im serious. total goddamned wreck. whats he doin livin in the college dorms? hes gotta be like 45 years old. hippieass haircut. spotty glasses like they aint been cleaned in ten years. i dont know how he can see shit. he probably cant. itd sure do a lot ta explain the look thats on his flabby face. this is the kind of jackass that probly gave our old man a lotta shit in high school. real dumb it looks like. course the truth is that im the kind of guy who woulda given pop a lotta shit too. i dunno whatchoo heard but it seems ta me from what ive heard that he was a fuckin loser. anyway this guy. i hear hes just got outta the hospital. i don't know why he shoulda been in the hospital cause it doesn't look like hes enough of a man to drink so he couldnta had poisoning. mebbe hes diabetic. or theres somethin wrong with his brain or somethin. all i know is that hes a fuckin fat slobby lookin piecea spent human shit. theres nothin left to im. nothin beautiful. i don think theres much sadderen that. mebbe its cause theres nothin beautiful in me anymore neither. theres also this kid hangin around in front of me with a buncha other kids. everybodys out tonight. cant smoke in the building - an im not allowed in seein as i dont live here - so the kids come out here to smoke their shit. its cold an i cant tell anymore whos lit an whos not cause everybodys breath comes out like smoke. so this one particlar kid just seems so goddamn small. hes not short or nothin but theres no part of im that makes im a person. hes just laughin like a fuckin chump an tryin ta bum a cigarette. which i guess makes him one up on me cause im not laughin. but i still gotta feel sad about this kid cause his face is so small. hes wearin this beanie coverin most of his head and underneath between the hat and the topa the shirt theres just nothin. nobodyd remember him if their life depended on it. hes not even pathetic so ya can pity im or somethin else ta remember im. hes just not ... hes just nothin. no po'tree ta him neither. we oughtta start a fuckin club. look buddy when you get this message ill probly already be singin to the seastars if ya know what i mean but i thought you might like ta know why. so there it is. uhhh. i dunno what else i was gonna say. there was a lotta shit but i don remember none of it now. oh i got one request if ya don mind. whats lefta my sevrance pay is in yer mailbox in a old envelope from somethin. probly a bill huh! anyway i wancha ta go down to the bar where pop useta take us an buy everybody a round on me and say it was me okay? dont go buyin everyone a drink an then takin the credit for it alright? thanks man. oh and dont take it yourself for you. but you can have a drink too. anyway im gettin pretty fuckin cold now so i think im gonna go. take carea yerself man. dont let momma down cause she needs you. oh yeah tell momma im fine. the citys great. i love you bro. bye.
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